The Saint in New York1938

Simon Templar, aka The Saint:
[flags down cab which brakes hard. Leans in] I smell burning rubber.

Sebastian Lipke, Taxi Driver:
Best brakes in town, Boss, where to?

Simon Templar, aka The Saint:
[Gets in] 49th, near 8th. [reads taxi license on back of seat] Just forget about those lights, Sebastian.

Sebastian Lipke, Taxi Driver:
[looks back] Say, I know you!

Simon Templar, aka The Saint:
Why shouldn't you? My life's an open book.

Sebastian Lipke, Taxi Driver:
[looks back again] Why, you're the Saint! I seen your picture in tonight's paper!

Simon Templar, aka The Saint:
Terrible picture. Made me look like Tarzan.